"Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following DRINKING SONG. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs.
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